NormBeggar's Belief (2005)
This incident that I seem to think is so pivotal has to do with decision and the nature therein of that factor, which sounds like maths…oh how I deride that field of human endeavour and then it dawns on me – inner thoughts, I should keep to myself. Committing to anything is an intent that puzzles many of us, me included. So I commit to this: pick up that which takes my fancy. I fancy scotch and the hour is nearly round so I prepare for the search. Oh what frenzied preparations are undertaken in anticipation of the desperate furnishing upturning of the hourly bottle search.
All manner of things have revealed themselves at these times, and things have been broken - my only timepiece included, making hour identification a time consuming enterprise, the tripleness of all fields showed itself but nobody must know. I keep time by boiling eggs; nine hard-boiled eggs equals one hour and my diet a rather monotonous staple of kedgeree. Water boils hotter with salt so I’ve heard and in action this learning is in practice with typical results. Fortunately for me I’m less than half way through my fall of dominoes hopefully and I’ve always thought of myself as ten years younger than my age which has made for an interesting autobiographical inner dialogue.
Helping myself out of bed and scraping myself up with all purpose spatula I make my way to the window, tripping and falling over board games scattered on the floor I make some water which by the powers vested in me I turn into scotch I start the eggs a cooking. Brains function as part of the body and when we die the brain ceases to be and that it is to be dead. I like to start the day on a high note; it sets the tone for productivity and positivity. The daytime is my time because I’m powered by bike it’s my only time of lightenment; if you follow – no legs no peddling. Hand peddling is one thing but debasing my self with being in the wheelbarrow situation is a debauchery I can’t permit by almighty god I swear it to be so. What if my steel capped jock strap became loose then all hell would be let loose and that’s a crime against the society I wish to uphold as a model for all nations to prosper behind such philosophies I will not tolerate.
All manner of things have revealed themselves at these times, and things have been broken - my only timepiece included, making hour identification a time consuming enterprise, the tripleness of all fields showed itself but nobody must know. I keep time by boiling eggs; nine hard-boiled eggs equals one hour and my diet a rather monotonous staple of kedgeree. Water boils hotter with salt so I’ve heard and in action this learning is in practice with typical results. Fortunately for me I’m less than half way through my fall of dominoes hopefully and I’ve always thought of myself as ten years younger than my age which has made for an interesting autobiographical inner dialogue.
Helping myself out of bed and scraping myself up with all purpose spatula I make my way to the window, tripping and falling over board games scattered on the floor I make some water which by the powers vested in me I turn into scotch I start the eggs a cooking. Brains function as part of the body and when we die the brain ceases to be and that it is to be dead. I like to start the day on a high note; it sets the tone for productivity and positivity. The daytime is my time because I’m powered by bike it’s my only time of lightenment; if you follow – no legs no peddling. Hand peddling is one thing but debasing my self with being in the wheelbarrow situation is a debauchery I can’t permit by almighty god I swear it to be so. What if my steel capped jock strap became loose then all hell would be let loose and that’s a crime against the society I wish to uphold as a model for all nations to prosper behind such philosophies I will not tolerate.
